Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Kunpeng's wings?

The old man took a meaningful look at Gongyilin, "Are you sure?"

Gong Yilin nodded excitedly, "I want it on my butt."

Birds such as phoenix, peacock, Jinpeng, and of course Kunpeng are no exception. They all have the longest tail, and some drag the ground for more than ten meters, which is unparalleled in beauty.In the past, Gongyilin had always wanted to steal the tail of a phoenix and decorate it with colorful feathers on the magic weapon. Let alone the effect of increasing holdings, it was really cool, but after seeing Kunpeng's tail, he suddenly changed his mind.

No matter how cool the colorful colors are, they are still not as pleasing to the eye as pure white, and the forceful style alone is not on the same level.

"Kunpeng's wings look beautiful, but they are extremely sharp in battle, and can even hurt the body of a fairy. At critical moments, they are more powerful than a low-grade fairy weapon."

Gongyilin couldn't help nodding, thinking that of course he knew this, otherwise he wouldn't have tried everything possible to get himself one.

"Then have you ever thought that a single feather can exert such great power, wouldn't everyone be salivating and try to pull out one or two."

Gong Yilin rubbed his chin, "It makes sense."

The old man shook his head, "Not only the Kunpeng clan, but also the Feng clan and other powerful spirit beasts, in order to eliminate some people's evil intentions, the whole clan has regulations. If they encounter a magic weapon inlaid with their own clan's wings, they will be killed."

Chasing and killing his family, Gong Yilin imagined the scene, couldn't help shivering, then looked at Kunpeng, and saw the mocking look in Kunpeng's eyes, as if mocking his overreaching, patted his chest, With lingering fears in his heart, "It's okay, it's okay, the few phoenix feathers I picked up are still useless."

After thinking about it, it can't be used to refine magic weapons, and it can be used to frame people who offend people in the future.

After the Dragon Clan, Gongyilin has a new good target to blame.

Kunpeng glanced away from the corner of his eye, and seeing Gongyilin's eyes constantly rolling, he knew he was planning something bad again.

The old man said in a deep voice: "Do you still want the old man to help you pull out the two hairs?"

Gong Yilin shook his head suddenly.

You always have the ability to pull it out, but he also has to be able to use it.

The old man looked relieved, "It's not bad if you know how to give up." At the end he half-jokingly said, "Kunpeng's feathers are good, but Kunpeng itself is not as strong."

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Gongyilin said seriously: "I have been taught."

The old man raised his eyes and glanced at the vast snow scene around him, with a flash of remembrance in his eyes, "No matter how good this world is, after all, what is recorded is the time that has passed."

After finishing speaking, he waved his long sleeves, and suddenly the world spun. Gong Yilin, who had just realized something, felt that the scenery in front of him was chaotic and blurred, and the snow-covered ground gradually condensed into a black spot. How could there be any snow in the blink of an eye The scenery, the biting winter disappeared, replaced by a little warmth, even a little hot.

Gongyilin raised his head, and the bright red sun in the sky hurts the eyes.

"Is it over?" Gong Yilin murmured.

The surrounding scenery was clearly Undead Mountain. Bian Feichen stood not far in front of him, and there were a few young seedlings on the ground beside him. He received Gongyilin's sight, and proudly said: "In just seven days, it has already grown. One cut, the feng shui here is good."

Gong Yilin couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he saw it, he never forgot to grow vegetables here, how dedicated he is.

He originally expected that a year would pass in the small world, and a day would pass outside, but the fact is that he stayed in the small world for nearly a year, and about seven days passed outside.

Bian Feichen said, "Congratulations."

The fact that Gongyilin came out of it safe and sound is enough to show that he has passed the inheritance test.

Although Immortal Puppet did not speak, he took a deep look at Gongyilin. The inheritance of the undead saint clan was actually obtained by this kid.

Sensing the slightly surprised eyes on him, Gong Yilin raised his head, met Xian Puppet's gaze, and yelled "Wow", "How long has it been, why is there grass growing on your head? "

It's not that he was alarmist, a small green bud slightly popped out from the fairy puppet's head.

"This place is full of dead energy. Originally, Kunpeng used the butterfly array to help the fairy puppet maintain balance. At the last moment, you and Kunpeng disappeared together. We can only think of other ways." It was Bian Feichen who opened the mouth to explain.

Gong Yilin raised his eyebrows, "Could it be your cabbage seeds that were planted on his head?"

Bian Feichen said, "Exactly."

Rubbing back and forth with his fingertips, Gongyilin looked at the sprout with great interest, it could actually enhance vitality and resist death, it was a good thing, and Feichen wanted to take two of them back to study when he had time.

While he was thinking, Bian Feichen stepped forward and motioned him to extend his hand with his eyes.

Gongyilin spread out his palms, and two plump seeds landed in the center, "For me?"

"Anyway, you can always get it." From the look in Gong Yilin's eyes just now, it is not difficult to see that he is interested in his cabbage seeds, and he would rather lose the seeds than be missed by the other party.

The current Bian Feichen still doesn't know how he made the most correct decision in his life. He thinks back to the day when he caught a glimpse of Kunpeng's feathers. After Gongyilin took care of Kunpeng's feathers, he has been thinking about it until now, until the old man's words. Unrealistic thoughts, even so, are still brooding.

After Kong was sad, Gongyilin looked at the old man, "The assessment has passed, and this junior should be eligible to receive the inheritance."

"You don't need to say it," said the words, with a few more bamboo slips in his hand, "The Buddha's teachings are boundless, and the Buddha's way is boundless. No matter how amazing you are, you can only choose one."

Gong Yilin nodded, he still understood the reason why he couldn't chew too much.

The bamboo slips flew into his palm, and the temperature emitted almost melted his palm.

"It's so hot." Looking at the golden bamboo slips, Gong Yilin frowned, "Is this the inheritance?"

"If a few bamboo slips can explain Buddhism, how can it be said that Buddhism is boundless." The old man sneered, "This is just a key."

"key?"

The old man turned around, the mountain was steep and the rocks were jagged, and he shouted luckily: "Go!"

There was a sound of thunder and the world was shaken, large chunks of rocks rolled down from the top of the mountain, entraining large pieces of yellow mud, Gong Yilin was stunned, "Landslide?"

Without even thinking about it, he threw himself on Kunpeng, "Take me to fly!"

There was an awe-inspiring chill in his eyes, Nianzai Gongyilin once gave him ginseng fruit, but he still didn't throw him on the ground after all, and flew him to the sky together.

Bian Feichen took out the flying magic weapon, grabbed Bai Mo without thinking, and the two of them flew into the air.

"Open!" The old man's voice echoed in the mountains, as if it came from a distant cloud. The sound was huge, but it made everyone feel as if they were in the vast starry sky.

The rocks rolled down, and there were countless holes in the originally majestic mountain. Upon closer inspection, there were thousands of caves, large and small. Gong Yilin and others were in the sky, which produced a strong visual impact.

"It's broken." Gong Yilin suddenly said: "The fairy puppet is still below."

Everyone looked down, there was a cloud of dust underneath, and the outline of the person could not be seen clearly. When the dust settled, the old man appeared first in front of everyone. Not far from him, although there is an extra layer of mud on his body, the rest is not serious.

Immortal Puppet's face was expressionless, his eyes were pitch black, and the water in the ancient well generally did not fluctuate at all, and he glanced at the few people in the sky lightly.

"Cough cough."

For a moment, Gongyilin and Bian Feichen turned their heads away at the same time.

As the saying goes, a friend in adversity sees the truth. It is not clear whether it is true or not, but it is absolutely true that the one who suffers alone in adversity is single.

Gongyilin stalked Kunpeng, Bian Feichen's first reaction was to save his 'ex', as for the fairy puppet, he was temporarily left behind by everyone.

"Brother Immortal Puppet, don't blame me." Gong Yilin also specially added the word 'brother', "We believe that with your ability, you will be safe and sound."

"No problem." The majestic and empty voice spread out, without deliberately exuding any aura, but there was a kind of aura as if a mountain collapsed in front of it and remained unchanged.He is not human and has no human heart. It is normal for him to go his own way when disaster strikes.

Soon, Gongyilin realized that he had done a stupid thing. Even if he didn't move, as long as he stood around the old man, he would be safe and sound. On second thought, it would be nice to be able to ride the Kunpeng for a circle in mid-air.

"This is all the inheritance of the undead saint clan." The old man looked up at the countless caves, and your inheritance is one of them.

The light of the bamboo slips became more and more dazzling, almost flying out of Gong Yilin's hands.

induction?

Gongyilin felt that there was a place calling him, to be precise, it was the bamboo slip in his hand.

"Go, take it, and find your inheritance."

Gong Yilin looked down at the bamboo slip in his hand, feeling that it weighed a thousand catties, "Young master, I have the courage to ask you one thing."

The old man glanced at him, "Say."

"There are countless inheritances of Buddhism and Taoism. I don't know which one the younger generation has obtained?"

The old man's expression was calm, and he was not surprised by his question, "Mianmen."

"Meet?"

"Between the eyebrows, above the root of the mountain, is the Palace of Fate. The Palace of Fate is closely related to a person's fate. It is the place where good and bad looks gather. And a person's happiness, anger, and habits will be reflected on his face, such as frowning, There will be a shallow gully between the eyebrows." The old man looked at Gongyilin, "Of course, what the old man just said is just some simple truths, which can't be put on the table. The unique thing about inheritance is that it can judge whether it is suitable for you. , about this, do you know why?"

Gongyilin thought for a while, and guessed: "Supreme Will?"

It is not difficult to separate the spiritual consciousness to examine future generations when the cultivation base is high enough.

The old man smiled slightly, "This is part of the reason. Those who leave the inheritance will leave a ray of will, an image, and the more profound old man says that you don't understand now. The specifics depend on your own good luck." .”

"At a height of two thousand feet, there is the inheritance of Buddhism and Taoism. If you go up there with a bamboo slip in your hand, you will understand the mystery of it."

This time Gongyilin didn't brazenly let Kunpeng carry him up. He didn't have a 'key', that is, a bamboo slip. Even if he flew up, he would be banned and knocked down.

He took out a flying sword from his storage bag, and walked with the sword towards two thousand feet. The golden sunlight shone on him. Looking from the ground, he really had the illusion of becoming a fairy.

"I don't know if it was the same when those seniors who survived the thunder disaster stepped through the void and flew away?" Bian Feichen looked at Gongyilin's back and murmured.

Sensing keenly that someone was looking at him, Feichen turned his face sideways, just in time to meet Bai Mo's eyes, deep sadness soaked in that person's pupils, and in just a split second, Bai Mo returned to his frosty look.

Once soaring, enjoy a long life without boundaries.

"Can I?" Bian Feichen sighed, can he do it, or, is he willing?

The closer it was to the height of two thousand feet, the more Gongyilin could feel the throbbing.

"Take it!" Putting away the flying sword, Gongyilin walked past the caves, once again lamenting the horror of the inheritance of the undead saints. Any inheritance here, even if you get one, can dominate one side.

Whoosh!

The bamboo slips finally flew out of the palm completely, and the temperature generated by the friction made Gong Yilin's palm flush.

"Is this right here?" Gongyilin stopped, and the bamboo slips broke through the light curtain of a cave and flew straight in.

Stepping in, almost the moment he entered the cave, he felt thousands of pairs of eyes gathered on him, almost seeing him through.

The cave was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

Suddenly a voice came out, it seemed to come from all directions, and the source could not be discerned.

"Human beings will feel fear in the face of unknown things, especially in the dark. I can't wait to tense up and keep my spirits up, but you are laughing. What are you laughing at?"

The corners of Gongyilin's mouth froze. Why did he smile? How did he answer such idiotic questions? It can't be said that he is usually used to calculating people. The corner of his mouth is smiling from time to time. , easily gullible.

He took a step forward and saluted respectfully, "Laughing at the past and laughing at the present, laughing at the south and north, laughing in and laughing out, the younger generation laughing, laughing at the ridiculous people in the world."

Don't you see how many people conspired against him and tried to get something out of him, but in the end they were severely ripped off by him, of course it is worth laughing.

"Laughing at the ridiculous people in the world? Interesting and interesting." The voice paused for a moment, and then said: "The world is so stupid, so what if you laugh, who among them knows that you are laughing at him, so how can your smile It’s not meaningless, if you want me to say, if it’s not pleasing to the eye, just rush up and kill it.”

Gong Yilin curled his lips, that is the unique skill of ridicule, what can a person who has been dead for tens of thousands of years know?

Now that the matter was over, he also guessed that the one who spoke to him was probably a spiritual thought left by a certain supreme being.

Thinking about how Gongyilin would really say what was in his heart, he thought for a while, and said: "Laughing is not only an attitude, but also a kind of tolerance. The world is dark and turbid. A real hero, why should he be short of breath, start well and end well, Laugh at the wind and clouds, endure what ordinary people can't bear, and only then can you do what ordinary people can't do."

The voice in the darkness was silent for a moment, and Gong Yilin felt that gaze was getting closer to him, with an aura that wanted to penetrate him. He also did not flinch, and opened his eyes, forming a silent confrontation.

After a long time, the aggressive gaze slowly retreated, "A big belly can tolerate, ask about the grievances and grievances in the world, how much is hidden in it; just smile, laugh at the joys and sorrows of the world, there is no need here." Sighing, "If I'm still alive, I can exchange a few words with you. Unfortunately, the way I walk is the way of Yama, which is incompatible with you. The inheritance suitable for you is in the cave next door."

"Next door?" Gong Yilin asked, "What is the inheritance of the next door?"

"Inheritance of Maitreya Buddha."

"..." Gong Yilin, "The wind is too strong, please say it again."

The person in the dark sighed, "I waited for nearly ten thousand years to find you, an interesting little guy, but I didn't expect it to be different from mine, making the guy next door cheaper."

Gongyilin was stunned, and hurriedly said: "No! Listen to me, my way is also the way of killing. The way of Yan Luo's blood cultivation is perfect for me. I was just joking... Listen to me!"

No matter how many times he shouted, a force pushed him out. Gong Yilin stood outside the cave, wanting to cry, but wanted to go back in. The seal at the entrance of the cave ejected him mercilessly.

"Can you open the door for me?" Gong Yilin stood on the mountain road, with a thousand-foot highland behind him, and the wind blew his long black hair into a mess.